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Recluse

I spent a period of my life as a recluse
consumed by a sadistic self hatred
I couldn�t see the point in going out
society didn�t want me blotting it�s landscape

my parents became very angry
a mask for sympathy or shame?
probably both

their beloved son not reaping the rewards
that a twenty one year old should be.
every parent wants their child to be happy
free
and fucking

I had every clich� going.
terrible poetry
although some might say that hasn�t changed.
lost all interest in sex
which kills a man�s purpose.
wished death upon myself every night
obviously, it never came.

I pestered doctors for help
they could offer me nothing
I had to rely on my own determination
something which had brought me little before
this time it was serious though
and it paid off

a man losing his freedom is a real tragedy
finding it again is beautiful
lines drawn are erased
new ones put down
women return
life blooms.